May 7, 2001 Steven Pressman was reading the "Personals" in the Little Timber Times. Yes, his wife was off playing bridge, as usual, on a Friday night. He did have this week's vast collection of Chemistry tests finally corrected. Of course, there was nothing worth watching on TV. Damn this was pathetic, he thought, still.... There was a thank-you for all...
Since my two editors didn't know who Petruchio was, I figured there would others similarly situated. He is the guy who marries Katherine in Shakespeare's The Taming Of The Shrew. He attempts to tame her by killing her with kindness. There is NO SEX in this story, which is part of their problem. I had not been married before, so never in my wildest imaginati...
The conference had been something of a bore, but getting a chance to catch up with Melinda had been good. Faith and I had been good friends with Melinda and her now ex-husband Toby back when we had lived in Canberra. Good friends that had indulged in some experimentation consisting of foursomes and threesomes. The end of their relationship had been a bit ugl...
The trip back to the ship was rather uneventful, which was fine, since he couldn't have fought off a butterfly. Oh, man, thank heavens he didn't go on until 2nd watch tomorrow. Now he needed some sleep. He trudged up the ramp to the elevator to go up to his bunk. Back in her quarters, T'ress sensed the presence of her bondmate. He'd been busy with another o...
I pushed my tongue deep into Beth's moist snatch then nibbled at her erect clit until her thighs began to tremble. I had to be careful to swallow every precious drop of her tart cum lest I mess up the bed sheets. Under my lips and tongue I could feel her vagina quiver and pulse, but I slowed down, because if Beth orgasmed that would pretty much the end of ou...
Sarah was the kind of girl that loved to fuck. I met her at a co-ed youth camp where I worked for the summer. The campers were all adolescence, and my main job was to keep the horny bastards from messing around with each other while they were under our supervision... They would usually come in for a week or two and then they would leave after lunch on Satur...
Ellie was dimly aware of rain pattering against the windowpane. She opened her eyes to an unfamiliar blue wall and navy sheets. Where am I, she wondered, realizing she was also naked. Oh yeah, she thought. I shacked with that guy after the party. What was his name again? Andy? Greg? Jim? No… something short, though, she was pretty sure. Jason, maybe. Yeah, t...
Infatuation, Golf, Dinner and Love ( a man's perspective) We'd had our first date and it was fun. It was nothing special to you, but exciting for me. We'd had dinner at a pleasant little place, and the food was good. Afterward we played Miniature Golf and you won three games -- limited only because we'd only played three games. Since you agreed to go out w...
Cheryl sat in the living room mindlessly listening to the weatherman's weather report and sipping her morning coffee while watching the snow make snowcaps out of the cars parked outside. They should have cancelled school she thought, but this surprise snowstorm had fooled everyone. She could have used another hour's sleep instead of having had to drive the k...
This story happened because I read about a crazy Victorian who tunnelled under Liverpool, England and created amazing underground rooms during the late 19th Century. I was brought up there and thought back to my times in the late 60's when I had my first definitive view of a woman's cunt, thanks to Michelle, an out-and-out exhibitionist who showed her pussy...